[bottsbuble]

what buble had to do next canbe seen here bublesecretagent footage 10169

and this all before he arrive to play prinicpal..............

[elbub33]

Is it just me or does this story just get better and better!

Unfortunately you link won't play for me botts

iluvbuble

[bublesue]

Before heading off to the school, Michael recieved a message from Z to go to a gentlemans outfitters in Knightsbridge , London, to be fitted out for his suit, master's blackgown and mortar board.

He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and his leather jacket. Not quite the attire for the head of a very select private girls school in Engaland !

Michael arrived at the outfitters called Harding and sons and was met by the senior shop assistant.

'' Hello sir, my name is Malcolm and I am here to dress you like a king !''

'' I have special instructions from Z to make some minor adjustments to your attire, I'll explain as I go along."

Firstly Michael was measured for his suit,then he tried on his black masters gown.

'' You have special hidden pockets inside the gown for your spying essentials like your gun, two way radio and weapons etc.''

Then Michael tried on his mortar board for the first time,it just sat nicely on top of his ears !

'' It has a special radar and hidden camera built in so you can pick up evidence on your assignment'', said Malcolm.

Looking the part , Michael stepped out to head off to St. Michaels convent school for girls, wondering just what was awaiting him there........................................

[elbub33]

“Turn right”, said the mechanical female voice of the satnav fixed to the shiny walnut dashboard of the midnight blue Range Rover that Michael was driving. He obeyed the instruction and turned on to the long driveway. He couldn’t help but stop so that he could take in the awesome sight of the magnificent sprawling estate before him set in lush green countryside with the imposing baroque edifice, looking to all intents and purposes like something from a Bronte novel. He depressed the accelerator and the V8 engine growled satisfyingly like a trapped beast. Michael silently hoped it wasn’t a metaphor for him and this mission. He pulled up on the gravel drive directly in front of the double oak doors and read the inscription expertly carved into the concrete lintel above the entrance, “St. Michael’s Convent School for Girls”.

“What the hell am I doing here!” he said aloud to himself as he turned off the engine and pocketed his car keys. He unzipped the soft brown leather Armani weekend bag he had thrown onto the passenger seat and checked that his Sig Sauer P226, semi-automatic pistol was loaded and the safety was engaged. As he checked his electronic earpiece and his compact, portable satellite communications systems (SATCOM) the heavy oak doors opened. Quickly re-zipping the bag he got out of the car and walked towards the woman who stood framed in the doorway.
“Hello Mr Buble, welcome to St Michaels” said the English woman as she offered her hand. “My name is Claire, and I guess you could say I’m the Head Girl of this establishment!” she smiled.
“Hi” said Michael as he checked her out, “It’s nice to meet you!”
“Please come in...I thought, if it’s ok with you, that I’d show you to your office, we could discuss a few details, followed by a tour of the school and then I’d show you to your apartment?” she detailed.
“Fine” he replied.

As he followed Claire across the threshold he turned a full 360 degrees as he took in the details of the grand entrance hallway, with its priceless works of art, vaulted ceiling and huge chandelier. As they began to ascend the grandiose staircase, she spoke again.

“St. Michael’s was built back in 1840, as a home for orphaned girls, provided for by the Church and presided over by nuns although technically the whole estate was owned by a wealthy landowner. By all accounts it was an austere and forbidding place, however, gradually over the course of the following century it went through great changes and by 1920 was regarded as one of the best private girl’s schools in the country. Due to some legal problems regarding the lease from the landowners descendents the girl’s school had to relocate to a newer building five miles away...and the estate was bought lock, stock and barrel by C.O.V.E.R.T. Industries (Communication, Observation, Voice Engineering and Radio Technology). The building was originally named after St. Michael the arch angel...the patron saint of the warrior, legend has it that he led the forces of God against the darkness of evil. I guess they decided to keep the legend in the name of allegedly procuring world safety” she laughed sardonically. “We have some of the brightest brains in the world working in this institution Mr Buble...about 150 people in total, however only a dozen or so know your real identity and purpose for being here, and we’d like to keep it that way, I’m sure you would too”.

“Of course...I’m just Principle Buble” he smiled as they stopped outside a door with a gold name plate engraved with his name.

She smiled back and opened the door with a key which she then held out to him. The office was just as he expected it to be, large with an antique mahogany desk, leather chesterfields and a huge open fire, that was crackling away in the hearth emitting a warm glow.
Taking a seat behind the desk Michael asked, “So, Claire, tell me about this ‘kissing’ thing?”

She laughed, “Not ‘Kissing’...K.I.S.S...Kaleidoscopic Identification Shifting Shadow...it’s a spying device. It is fitted with satcoms, radio interface, thermal imaging, a video close-in surveillance system and laser targeting functions...it’s state of the art technology...I took the liberty of uploading all the relevant files to your computer...should make interesting bedtime reading!”

“Do you have any idea who may have taken it...and how they got it out?” questioned Michael.

“Who...no...stick a pin in a world map Mr Buble...”

“Call me Michael” he interrupted.

“Michael, any intelligence service worth it salts would covet this type of technology” she said. “As to the how...well I think that will become apparent as I take you round the school...are you ready for the tour?”

“Lead the way” he concluded.

“Ok let’s start with the school library...”

[bottsbuble]

Upon entering the library, Michael looked around-there were more books than he had ever imagined published, and off the the left he noticed state of the art microfiche, computerized arms that were folding apparently ancient documents; and a sealed air tight room with a double door enterance.

Behind the main desk he also noticed a short haired brunette--not your typical librarian type, she looked like she had something wild in her soul. Claire walked him to the main desk and introduced him to Jolene (pronounced jo lean!)
"This is Jolene, our school librarian"....jolene answered with a smirk "Hello Principal Buble, nice to meet you- and Claire you know i dislike that term, i am the literature and documents experts of handler of all things in this library. And anyone who is to use this facility will follow my rules."

Princ. Buble smiled, and said "of course" ! As claire exited, princ buble and jo (for short) continued to speak. "this is a top of the line research facility- we are connected to the fasted internet available, and wifi thru the entire building. we ae able to link into both the american FBI, and Scotland Yard if needed. We also house ancient documents- and you can view them in our air cotrolled double vaulted room. Alos, your blackberry phone and car computer have been linked into our system, so I am at your beckon call."

Principal Buble looked around, and asked "well since you know who i am and why i am here, what got you here?"

So jo told him her story, a tragic childhood filled with turmoil and pain. She explain thather parents abandoned her to the church at 4 becausse they could no longer manage her special ability. That is when it came out- "You see, I am clairvoyent (physic) and the burden of me telling my paretns whne bad things were going to occur, became jsut to large a burden for then to carry"

"So yu can read my mind" said buble

"no- not a mind reader, though i sometimes can tell u things your going to do before you even know" replied jo
"listen, you will be spending plenty of time her, and i have set up a seperate, private workspace for you. when you return tomorrow, i'll show it to you."

Thanks said buble--and as he finished speaking there was a voice over the PA system "Principal Buble" said a male voice, "please report to the main corridor--the car is waiting to take you over to the St Michael's School of Fashion Annex"
Oh michael remebered he had an appointment to meet with the professor of fashion and get his new, hi-tech and spy equipt wardrobe.........

[AdamPAGE]

Michael stumbled into the room designated to the fashion wizz of the company! the decor was traditional with wood features on the walls, elegant art hanging in almost measured space and gentle jazz music soothing the ears of all who entered.
Michael glanced about in hope to find the shop-keep, but there was no luck so he decided to check out all the clothes that were on show.
5 minutes passed and Michael was getting rather irritated with the lack of help being offered for his shopping. he suddenly stumbled over a loafer which was left astray on the floor. he began to tumble forward when his hand crashed against the wall.... and through it.
inside was the shop owner. michael immediately regained his poise and climbed to his feet with such elegnace not even james bond could rival.
"hey, i'm Michael" he stammered as quickly as he could to avoid confusion,
the shop keeper spun round like a cat on a mouse. that's when it hit him, the shop keeper was a woman! this threw michael as his previous fashion adviser and gadgets expert had been a male with a good eye for everything michael liked.
"i'm Jenny" she replied with, Michael was captivated with her, her long blonde hair with the look as if every tress was well placed and her eyes as blue as the depths of the ocean.
Michael decided to pull out his ace and flirted with her as much as he could muster, but she just wasn't interested! she rejected everything he did. confused and hurt Michael decided to give up and just ask her what was wrong with her!
"excuse me jenny, but i've been hitting on you for the good part of an hour now and all you've done is reject me why!?"
"because i have a boyfriend i'm afraid michael, i love you beyond belief but i love him just as much, would you liek to meet him? he often helps me out around the shop so"
Michael was apprehensive but agreed. out he came and they had a big meet and greet, but then it was back to business, Jenny hadn't lied and her boyfriend, Ben, often did help out and today he was helping take inside leg measurements.
once this was all done Michael was told to come back next week to pick up his new clothes and even the extra filling for his buble gun, as he'd been using it to much lately.
so off he went with the confidence that his new clothes had that extra wow factor.
Michael Buble off to save the world, one woman at a time

[betsy]

michael left the tailor, entered his car& found a message from Z "Please go to Debutante Hall at St. Michael's, ask for Mrs. Jones . Z" Michael's spy senses were tingling "Debutante Hall, he told his driver". As they drove up the drive to the left & into the circle , standing at the door ; were 2 of the strangest dogs; small in size they resembled tiny ponies & with them a petite woman, stunningly clothed in the best Italian clothing & wearing the highest platform shoes. As she extended her hand to Michael , he had a sense of deja'vu. "Mrs. Jones, Principle Buble, welcomre to Debutante Hall". " Please call me Michael, he said;"; as he shook her small elegantly manicured hand, noticing her red nail polish. Shere held the door open for him to enter ,what resembled a small version of drawing room & ballroom in an Italian villa & over the mantle hung his picture. His curiosity made him ask "who chose this photo ?" "I did , is it not to your liking?" "Quite the contrary" She had a light lunch prepared of his favorite Sushi & as they ate he noticed on her ring finger an unusual ring with a Dancing Octopus etched into the stone. Mrs Jones looked at him from under the most beautiful full lashes & said"Michael, there is a serious problem, the cartel that we suspect David Foster of heading is coming closer to you than we'd like. They want to steal your DNA & Josh Grobanskis so they can inject your sperm into female eggs thereby cloning you , This way they will be able to control all music the two of you produce." "This can't be true.....why would David F. whose been like a father to me do this?" "Because he realizes that soon you will strike your own deal with WBRS. & won't need him". "Z has a plan that we are going to follow, since I'm in charge of all events at St. Michael's we will hold a Masked Ball like the ones once held in Venice....all will be masked."
"I don't understand ,how that will help " " you either attend dressed in attire of the 16th century & masked or you come attired in full white tie & masked....the music magnets will opt for white tie & masks.....you will be so disquised it will be hard to tell & our masks will come from a friend of mine in Venice; just leave the details to me." " That's fine , as long as it's a fun evening which I hope it will be" Mrs, Jones turned to say something & found Michael staring at her.

Ok , she thought now what "We've met before haven't we ?" asked Michael as he stood up to open the doors leading to the terrace off the ballroom,Mrs. Jones replied "No" Michael went to her , taking her hand & started to walk outside ,as he did he whispered into her ear "BB , it's been 5 yrs.; however your hands, & lush, full eyelashes were a give away & I've never seen another Dancing Octopus ring. Now go pack some things for over night I'm taking you to dinner at a surprise destination. Hurry my plane is waiting " Putting the leashes on the dogs , Michael gave her 3 minutes to get ready before he finally had
her all to himself. It's taken me 5 yrs to find her, I can still see her face as I sang at Sunfest .I want her & I know she wants me.
As BB came back to the foyer looking at him she said "I'd never expected to see you here & had planned to go to your next concert & hopefully see you backstage." "I don't want to talk ; I just want to have you all to myself & seduce you & let you seduce me....by the way what's with these dogs are they micro chipped ?" Yes, for all sorts of things Z had it done."

They were soon airborne & BB fell asleep smiling, while Michael watched her.

[genroxbro]

Hello
I need your help pls.
There is a story written by J. London about a pair that was chasing after somebody.
The teller their guide didnt know what were the reasons of this chase and he says that it was as a picture that he doesnt know what was before and what will be after...
May be you understand about what story I am talking?
Sorry for my English
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[betsy]

I have no idea what you are referring to. However this is a story written by some of us about a certain school that we attend.

You've posted this in the wrong thread please repost irt somewhere else


Thank you

[bottsbuble]

BB awoke abruptley as the turbulence increased, as she looke d around, Michael was not in her line of vision.
A few moments later he apperared from behind the cockpit door--and explained that they would be taking a detour to Vancouver-his hometown- and there he would be required to meet with agent 69.

"This is a top secret meeting-it will take the better part of the day and night---I will be returing to St. buble's on the public red eye; I have arranged for your to tour Vancouver with my family and then return to St. Buble's taking my mom as your guest. I expect that you will take exceptional care of her, and pls dont forget to take her to the haberdashery to be fitted for her gown for the masked ball---our expert fashione designer there will be making her dress by hand."

Saddened of their parting ways for the moment, BB knew they would meet again.

While Buble was awaitng landing a text came across his phone from St. Buble's--his mtg with agent 69 is to be at the BBC hospital, he will be meeting there, escorted to the private room by MM---

as the plane landed, he kissed BB (european style-with two kisses 1 on each cheek) and departed.................

[bublesue]

The tale continues a few days later back at St. Michaels Convent School for Girls. After being briefed on their mission
Michael returned to the school to continue his induction and to continue getting to know all the staff and the varying departments of the school.
Today he was meeting Sister Monica Dance the Matron of the sanatorium.
'' Hello '' she greeted him as he entered the quiet and tranquil sick bay which was empty of any patients at the present time.

'' We have all known antidotes here to any poison you may encounter in your espionage '' , Monica told him.
'' We also have a state of the art operating theatre through the back there where we have access to every top surgeon
in the country, for instance if you are unlucky enough to be shot or worse, you are in a dangerous business.''

'' Well thats certainly reassuring to know '' replied Michael, '' but I hope I never need them ! ''

'' I can be contacted night and day if you need my services , on my bleep, '' said Sister Dance giving Michael
the number.
'' Oh it's just gone off, I'M sorry I have to go , bit of an emergency one of the girls is getting into difficulties in the school pool ''
''Follow me down the stairs and I'll hand you over to our head of foreign languages, we will have to finish the tour here another time, I'm so sorry.''

With that she turned on her heels and Michael obediently followed her to see what they got up to in the foreign language department.

[betsy]

Unfortunately the Head of Foreign Language was on vacation , so Michael decided to check in at Debutante Hall & see how is mother & BB were doing; maybe even be lucky to get some lunch, as BB is an excellent cook.

Michael was greeted by Miss Pitts & Miss Bankhead , the 2 dogs , who loving proceeded to bark & run around him for attention. the noise brought BB & AB running & found Michael playing with "the girls"

"Are you making lunch?" "I'm starved" ....."what would you like to eat" asked BB as she headed off to her little private kitchen, catching a glimpse of MB"s Twinkle in his eye......food what type of food would you like?" " never mind . I think I've the perfect thing for this hot day" The table was soon filled with
Dungeness crabs, cavier & a wonderful bottle of Orvieto wine. While they had lunch , they discussed the Masked Ball & Michael was told all the costumes , including his were done & ready. The invitations had been sent & all the responses were arriving. things were going as planned by "Z".

Michael was pleased to see that his mother & BB had formed a close friendship , more like sisters & he felt he needed to apologize to BB for the abrupt way he left & also bid her so long. She assured him that she fully understood & had enjoyed her time in Vancouver with the family , went to show him the costumes to be worn by his niece & nephew.......which he was amazed at how clever they were.

"This should be a wonderful birthday & one I'm looking forward to celebrating " Smiling at BB ,he saw a troubled look on her face"what' is it?" "nothing"
"NO, no it's something, what's troubling you" "I've a feeling that there are ghosts in this house , not ordinary ghosts but ones that are clones of us placed in the 18th century" " they maybe spies . I've informed "Z" & he is checking on it." "when did you discover this?" " the other night , AB was fitting her costume , the dogs started running back & forth , barking & woukd not stop until we followed them downstairs & there sitting in the living room were a man & woman .......masks hiding their faces, having a lovers tryst........I cleared my throat ,as if to interrupt them but they didn't notice . I finally decided that I was seeing things & we went back upstairs to finish fitting your mother's costume." Michael could tell there was more to this than what BB had told him ,so he asked her if the farthest room , from her; which was used as her little library , could be made up for him to spend the night. She insisted that it wasn't necessary , as they were rather harmless ghosts, totally oblivious to anyone buy each other. MB insisted , saying he would be back to have dinner with them. As he left he messaged "Z" with his concern , informing him that he was to hold everything else for awhile until he could observe these "ghosts".

Of course "Z" 's answer was most definitely & Michael then went on to tour the rest of St. Michael's before returning for dinner with his Mother & BB.
When he did return "the girls" met him at the door , leashes on & looked at him; so he walked them & came back to see what the ladies had made for dinner
Arugala stuffed Veal w/ cheese , a little pasta & a wonderful salad, after espresso & some fresh fruit ,he helped clear the table & they all decided to walk down to the lake.....there standing on the landing stairs was the couple BB had described to him earlier that day.......

[bottsbuble]

as they reached the end of the staircase, michael recieved an urgent text from Z--the ghost hunt would have to wait!

He would need to report back to his office immediatley to be de-briefed on new deelopments that have arised.
Agent 69, as well as Calir ewould meet him.
Once de-briefed on the new information, he would need to set in place a plan of action--69 wouldbe put into play and Claire would be trained as a decoy.

It was a crital piece of the case, there could be no time for romance, or mistakes--all his desires would have to be put on hold--the world of music was in crisis and he needed to save his first love from peril!!

As he arrived the 3 some sat down at the main computer and listened to Z as he told all the horrid details of the newest suspects and their contributions to the downfall of music worldwide................................

[elbub33]

Sitting in the Principle’s office back in the main building of St. Michael’s, Michael put Z on speakerphone.

“Ok Z, the three of us are here” Michael confirmed.

“Ok Buble…Ladies…listen carefully…we’ve got a major problem. A close friend of yours Buble, Mark Small…undercover name…”Biggie”…stumbled across a plot to create havoc in the music buiness. He discovered that Muse-Ick, the largest on line music retailer and global leader in on-line music technology have developed a computer virus capable of decimating music as we know it. The virus, Die-Choons, can be sent to any computer, p.c or more importantly to any mainframe computer in the world. Potentially this virus can wipe the computers hard drive, and any backup drives, without the possibility of recovering lost data. Muse-ick are holding all the major record companies, labels and producers to ransom with the threat of wiping their databanks of every digital master copy of every song, every album and every artist signed to their labels” informed Z.

“OMG…all my hard work”, said Michael incredulously.

“Exactly”, agreed Z. “Although you’re not my favourite artist, can’t see the attraction myself…I’m a classical man you know…anyway I digress. The consequences would be dire…no more downloads, no more cd’s….no more music”.

“What do you want us to do?” questioned Michael.

“Well…we’ve drafted in Claire because she was the lead technician on the K.I.S.S. spying device. She has been working round the clock and has developed a programme, called Im-mune, which basically acts as a vaccine to the virus. We don’t have the time or the money to mass produce it, but if you and Samantha (Agent 69) can get her into Muse-ick’s compound, she can upload it directly in their computers mainframe, and it’ll totally destroy it”, continued Z.

“Ok, get me the details. Where, when, how?” enquired Michael.

“The compound is, ironically, located just outside Berne, the capital of Switzerland. The three of you are booked on a scheduled SwissAir flight departing from London Heathrow at 15:25 landing at Munich at 18:15 you then take a connecting flight leaving Munich at 20:55 and arriving in Berne at 22:05. A car will meet you there and take you to a nearby private airfield and there you’ll board an RAF Tristar. You’ll have to do a HALO (High Altitude Low Opening) parachute jump from the plane into the compound”, explained Z.

“Can you do that Claire?” asked Michael.

“Yes Michael, I have a penchant for extreme sports and have completed many jumps”, stated Claire.

Michael nodded obviously impressed with the attractive woman sitting opposite him. Samantha shot him a withering glance.

“She knows nothing about firearms though Buble…so you have a few hours to get your kit together and teach Claire how to fire a gun before you make your way to the airport”, Z concluded.

“Ok, Sam can you sort out what kit we’ll need?” Michael asked.

“Of course…I’m no virgin where missions are concerned!” she replied indignantly and stormed out of the office.

“Ok…well good luck!” said Z as he disconnected the call.

Michael looked at Claire.

“You OK?” he asked

“No…I’m petrified!” she laughed awkwardly.

“You’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you” Michael assured her.

It suddenly struck her that she trusted this man, whom she hardly knew, completely.

“I know” she smiled.

Michael took both her hands in his and looked at them.

“Come on…let’s drive out to the back field and we’ll do some target practice. I’ve got just the right weapon for you”, he flirted.

Half an hour later, Michael and Claire were both lying on their tummies on the grass in the top field.

“Your bones are the foundations for holding a weapon; your muscles are the cushioning that holds it tightly in position. You have to ensure that the position and hold are firm enough to support the weapon, but also that you’re comfortable”, he demonstrated as he closed his left eye and looked through the sight. He handed the weapon to Claire and putting his arm around her shoulder her helped he get into a comfortable position.

“Claire, close your eyes and breathe normally…just get attuned to the weapon” he whispered into her left ear. Having him this close to her, Claire was finding that instruction a tall order. She could smell his deodorant, clean and fresh, and she shifted her body slightly.

“Ok open your eyes and look through the sight…we need to aligned it to your eye… you need to take a shot”, he said softly. He could feel her body trembling.

“I want you to take three deep breaths to oxygenate your body. If you’re not oxygenated you can’t see correctly…and just aim dead centre into the target”, he soothed. He could see the sight moving up and down with her body as she sucked in 3 lungfuls of air before settling into a gentler rhythm. He instructed her to release the safety, watched her take aim and hold her breath before she gently squeezed the trigger.

The crack of the gun echoed around the field as Claire felt the report in her shoulder.

“OMG…that was amazing!” she squealed in delight. Michael laughed as Claire got to her knees and fingered her hair behind her ears. “Can I have another go!” she laughed. Michael smiled as he opened the bolt, ejecting the case, reloaded and applied the safety catch, he could feel the warmth of her leg against his own. There heads touched as he demonstrated how to realign the windage dial on the left side of the scope, and he got scent of her fruity shampoo. Her vest top was gaping as she lent over the weapon and worked and he couldn’t help himself looking. She sat back on her heels.

“Who sprinkled you with horny dust?” she quipped. There was a playful smile on her lips as she asked the question.

“Women with large protuberances turn me on”, he joked. They both laughed and resume their position on the grass.

An hour later Agent 69 pulled up in Michael’s range rover and called out, “It’s time to leave!”

With Michael firmly in the driving seat, Samantha riding shotgun and Claire in the back, they headed to Heathrow….